Owner	Pose
Zatanna Zatara	Zatanna has played many clubs, both small and large. She's known for managing to deliver performances across timezones all on the same night. In fact, just a few hours ago, she was playing to a sold out arena not too far from where she is now.     Zee has never performed at the Hellfire Club. She has probably been invited, but generally has declined. Something, however, has inspired her to give it a shot. After all, her life is changing for the... better? Now might be the perfect time to ruin all that. Or at least to make a lot more money.     So it is that she is on a stage, performing here. She has a very special show, though. The observant may realize that she's doing real escape work, and she has lined up a brand new death trap of a trick for the audience. It involves a huge tank of water, three silk bags weighed down with bricks, and a large clock. Due the position of the stage, the extremely wealthy audience can walk around and see this setup from all angles.     "Ladies and gentleman, I have enjoyed our time together this night, but in what may well be my last trick ever-but certainly the last of the night-is upon us."     Her assistants join her as she climbs up onto the water tank. It is there, in plain view, that she removes her unique tuxedo top, sheds her white shirt beneath itt, and reveals a black one piece swimsuit beneath. Skimpy, but tasteful in its own way, perhaps. She is not in view long, though. She is slipped into a straight jacket, bagged, and then her ankles are cuffed to heavy iron balls. Finally all three of the bags are brought over her and closed. With a grin the two assistants shove her into the tank, and then close the lid over it. The time begins.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost is here. Of course, she's been watching the show being rather amused. Did she use her omega-level mind to probe at Zatanna? Of course, but it was more careful checking around. Nothing evil, at least not yet!      But she did marvel. The stunning blond walked slowly around the whole thing, looking it over with those cool blue eyes. She smiled a touch and rather enjoyed it, always watching Zatanna though her eyes were a mix of curious and predator, something she was sure Zatanna has seen before!      But how can she pass up how distracted and focused the woman is? She knows that this girl is the real deal, but even with that.. she reaches out with her powers...nothing evil, just putting in a back door that will be easy to open later.
Zatanna Zatara	As Emma is dancing in the wonderful mess that is Zee's mind (you may find some pretty fun and steamy things in recent memory, Emma!), the magician is busy. Getting out of a straight jacket isn't generally all that tricky. It just requires concentraion, body control, and a certain willingness to ignore the fact that she's weighed down under eight feet of water and has a lot of work to do in order to get out.     Perhaps the silk is too tight, or maybe it is the awkward way that one of the iron weights has wound up rather higher than expected, but it seems to take a long time to get out of that straight jacket. In fact, by the time she shoves the thing out of the opening of the bags, it's already almost two-and-a-half minutes.     Some amount of struggling follows. Those manacles are well made and each has a triple lock.     Deftly Zee works at the locks, using what appears to be a bobbypin from her hair. First one, then two, and then three. But time is moving fast. It feels so quick. By the time her first foot is free, there's another minute gone.     The timer has turned yellow, to convey to the audience the growing danger.     The assitants look more and more nervous. Inside, though, Zee has no sign of anxiety at all. If anything, she couldn't be more relaxed.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost Grins to herself. For the most part, she's watching the show, and oooh and ah with all the red moving closer. She can see how nervous the assistants are, and she watches rather raptly! Of course, her real attention is on that black door. Once it's in place, she goes and peeks inside that mind and dark parts of the brain! No changes or anything just more of a look inside to see if she can use something to her own advantage      She sips her wine a bit as her eye's sparkle and speaks " She's running out of time " the help hype things up!
Zatanna Zatara	Zee is rather busy, but her mind is full of interesting bits and bobs for Emma to play with. She may see a familiar face in several memories that even now, Zee has on active replay. Satana is there, and it's clear that Zee views her well, very positively, indeed.     It's dangerous to get distracted, though, and Zee should really be paying attention to the growing discomfort in her lungs. There is a sudden rise of tension in her. Not quite fear, but bracing for something. A crucial moment.     To the rest of the audience, though only see a magician who has just got the second weight off. But the timer is red. She's at five minutes. This is nearing the safe limit for a normal woman to keep her breath held.     There is more alarm from the assistants. A moment later the timer makes a more ominous noise and it is then that bubbles slip out of the bottom of the bag. There is no sign of physical activity.     What happens next is understandable. A man rushes out with a fire extinguisher and hammers on the glass. But this is no fishbowl to be shattered so easily. It takes a lot of blows on the glass to finally shatter it, and when it breaks, the water shatters the whole structure in moments.     While everyone is focused on this action, Zee has readied herself for her ultimate trick. The very abrupt flow of the water is the key to cover her hasty escape through the bottom of the enclosure.     This is why, when the assistants struggle to open the bags (their nerves are obviously not just performance) Zee has the chance to slip quietly back into the scene, making her way through the crowd. She moves right past Emma, holding up a finger to her lips for the silent 'shhhh'.     When she reveals herself at last, her own people are baffled. They have no idea how the trick worked. Nor will they ever be told. It would ruin the surprise!     "As I said, everyone, that is the last trick of the night!" She looks down, seeing she has made a terrible mess with all that water. "Well, maybe one last one." She grins, waves her wand around, and whispers, "Yrd su ffo! Naelc pu ym egats!" And with that, her show ends and the mess is entirely undone.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost Grins after that, she walks over towards where zee is and claps her gloved hands " Bravo Bravo.. that was simply wonderful.. the timing the count down.. the lack of information from your assistants "      The white queen shows up wearing well very little even by Zatanna's standards but like her she's still wearing enough to cover but also very much tease and tantalize in her white corset and bikini bottoms.. combined with opera white gloves and thigh high boots.      That cool face and eyes look over Zatana. " You simply must join me for a drink! That was wonderful; we haven't seen somebody of your skill in quite some time at the hellfire club!
Zatanna Zatara	There are situations Zee is used to, and some she is not. The compliments she can understand, even appreciate. She is used to that. But she rarely meets women who are wearing more revealing clothing than she does.     She doesn't leer, though. Whatever little tidbits Emma has managed to figure out about Zee's view of a specific female, it seems not to indicate an issue with run-of-the-mill lust.     Still, the invitation is polite. "I could spare some time. This is my last show of the night. You are too kind, though. I am sure this club has seen many incredible acts." Among other things!
Emma Frost	Emma Frost sits down and beams a bright smile as she pats the spot next to her, not too close but more than most would sit, as she crosses those long legs of hers.. and taps her hell on the floor .      She grins " Oh, we have today is magic day," she points " As you can see we have several who are using real magic.. but none chose to do what you did.. show skill-based magic." She purrs She plants a little seed of attraction just to make things fun!      One of the girls brings over her drink without having asked her what she wants. Even Zee got what she wanted, but she never said!
Zatanna Zatara	Zee is wary of certain kinds of convenience. More wary around beautiful women. The legs are... noticed, but exceptions aside, this isn't the way she usually swings. There is, however, a kind of approval of the asthetic. She does recognize beauty, after alll.     "I thought I recognized a few familiar faces," the magician replies. She smirks and looks around. "You know, I think.. hm. I'm pretty sure I made that guy drink his own poison a few years ago." She frowns. "Seems that lesson wasn't learned."     And then the drink arrives. Red wine, very, very dry. It makes her immediately suspicious. "So, what is your trick?" she asks casually. She looks at the drink, but does not touch it. A pause, as she senses her sense of... well, not exactly affection, but... something increase towards Emma. "It's not that I don't appreciate having my needs met by strangers, it's just that there is always a price tag that I don't want to pay."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost Laughs as smirks " Oh don't worry, I'm not a demon or something. Those guys are over thier." she points to the people who are watching that same guy you talked about with the position! as she gives a dry chuckle      She lifts a hand " I'm a mutant " She says turning just her hand into diamond form.. Then, slowly turning it back," but mostly, I run some very, very lucrative businesses" .      she touches a leg. " The only cost I want is your company. I love people who have skill, and you have it in spades. " She grins and winks.
Zatanna Zatara	"Well, it is good that you aren't a demon. Nor a devil. I have one of those in my life and that is all a girl could dare hope for." Zee is not exactly hiding her thoughts, but she isn't letting herself wander too far into distraction.     "So a mutant, then. What is that like? Does anyone ever bother you?" Zee can't really imagine it. Emma seems a bit above the idiocy of discrimination.     The touch of the leg, though, is like a rock tossed in the pond. "I want to be very clear, though, and I mean no offense. I'm sure you meant none yourself. I'm taken, and I'm a very loyal woman." If Emma is still poking about the contents of Zee's surface thoughts, this comment draws into clear focus that (as odd as it may seem) Satana is the one Zee's taken by and loyal too.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost chuckles a little and pulls the hand back. " Of course, dear.. I wouldn't dream of coming between you and yours, "she says softly. " I was too forward; please forgive me," she says, giving a little nod of sorry.      She touches her chest " I hope you were not offended my dear.. I got too excited. It's my fault, really " . Of course, she's gotta make you have rather naughty dreams of her tonight.      Of course, she's petty. She's the white queen.